The World: See You in the Next War, Buddy

For those who cared, which did not seem to be many, the epitaph to the
U.S. bombing of Cambodia was audible over ordinary radios in
Phnom-Penh. As the last curl of smoke disappeared and the final whine
of the aircraft faded, a U.S. command plane could be heard talking with
its spotter planes and jet fighter-bombers on a regular VHP frequency.
"It's really been good working with you," a voice crackled. "Yeah,"
went the reply. "See you in the next war." Then came the muffled sound
of a harmonica playing Turkey in the Straw, followed by silence as the
planes headed...